CHARADE

Music by Henry Mancini
Lyrics by Johnny Mercer
Chorus

When we played our Charade
we were like children posing,
Playing at games, acting out names,
guessing the parts we played.

Oh, what a hit we made. 
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until love 
left the masquerade.

Fate seemed to pull the strings, 
I turned and you were gone.
While from the darkened wings 
the music box played on.

Sad little serenade, 
song of my heart's composing,
I hear it still, I always will, 
best on the bill Charade.